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n.o.r.e. - play that shit (we don't play that) lyrics

[lil’ wayne]
they call me the youngest headbuster walkin’
thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin’
a guerilla till i die bless me when i’m dead
but for the bread i bring ya anybody head
that’s how i play it i don’t hold back
i tote gats be on the spot were ya sold crack
n-gga feel played then ya f-ckin get blown back
i burn ’em twice with a black rusty old mac
now blocka n-gga get off me

[juvenile]
get some off that c-cky weed and roll that b-tch up
won’t play with me like i’mma choke that b-tch up
keep it on the turf i might be k!llin’ to get mine
new prints on the back i make a million in big time
i’ll always be a thug until i’m crippled and crazy
i’mma always stay close with suga slim, wayne and baby
runnin’ with a team off cut-throats and backshots
all day bullsh-ttin neglagince and homicides

[hook: noreaga]
cash money n-ggas they don’t play that sh-t
thugged out n-ggas we don’t play that sh-t

[noreaga]
thugged out, cash money ha
b.g., juvenile ain’t funny ha
we try to, get that paper like bugs bunny ha
yo we in the projects with my little honey ha
yo what up kiko it gets real check it
we got’s this chicks to slauve that right out of kansas
heyyo these countless b-tches
we used to f-ck ’em on campus
you my roley ha ha
i’m your roley ha ha
f-ck with us we leave you n-gga f-ckin’ holy ha
semi-latin cruise down to baton rouge
then i got a hummer that’s sittin on 32’s
but for the hood we got the eastcoast locked
magnolia and iraq now that’s my spots
come anywhere near there and still be shot
prat n-ggas shot n-ggas shot n-ggas shot n-ggas
shot shot

[chorus]

[musalini]
from n-y to n-o thugged out and cash money
i’m a thug b how you gonna stop hungry
we eatin’ pop bubbley in beef we pop dummies
run up in hood honey’s it’s all good sonney
throw your sets up n-gga
throw your side up n-gga
ride or die young n-gga
get high young n-gga
stay fly young n-gga
do what you gotta survive young n-gga

[maze ]
live we fly down in new orleans
get it purpulatin
you smell me keep that fire green circulating
thugged out with cash money
thugs we stash your arms
weeds get blazed from your face till feet
with us all we stay deep got beef we’re surroundin
my n-ggas c-ck back macs from here to some ‘the houses
get rocked or get it on if you bout it
cause boy you’re in the zone
you take routes quick like roy jones

[chorus]
play that sh-t, play that sh-t, play that sh-t

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